when me and my good friend stay up real late

we lock the door and laugh at what a sight we make

the stereo blasting and the tv all aglow

there's nowhere else to be and nothing more to know

when me and my good friend stay up real late

the cares of the day just melt away

 

when me and my good friend watch the rain come down

we kick back and focus on the here and now

what happens happens we say, it'll happen again

the wind makes patterns on the windowpane

when me and my good friend watch the rain come down

the cares of the day are nowhere to be found

 

when me and my good friend hit the dusty trail

we always travel slow and never check our mail

we soak up the sites and sample local fare

smile and get to know all the people there

when me and my good friend hit the open road

we crank up the tunes and just go man go

 

when me and my good friend choose to disappear

to lose ourselves to the moment we're in

we like to stay gone 'til morning comes

 

when me and my good friend catch that wave called time

we try to relax and just go for the ride

hope it takes us where we want to be

it's not just getting there, it's what happens in between

when me and my good friend catch that wave called time

the cares of the day go to the back of the line

when me and my good friend stay up real late

the cares of the day just melt away

when me and my good friend watch the rain come down

the cares of the day are nowhere to be found

 

 

The Left and The Right

 

the left and right want my vote

they're callin dibs on my soul

givin speeches that go on and on

about all the great things they've done

and all the great things they're going to do

they laugh and cry and pray right on cue

 

the left and right want my vote

and there's a few things they feel that i should know

there are terrorists behind every tree

and immigrants that will take my job from me

but never fear, they've come to save the day

for god and family and the good ol' usa

 

but empires only fall, revolution comes and goes

in the end man does all that man has ever known

to strike with all his might any threat that he perceives

and to march off to war proclaiming he wants peace

 

the left and right want my vote

spending millions on top of millions coast to coast

on appearances, focus groups, and ads

promising to do everything they can

to make us whole, and to keep us number one

but what i want to know is, number one of what?

 

because empires...

 

the left and right want my vote

they're callin dibs on my soul

 

 

Questions We Ask

 

what's up? what's what?

is anything as we think it is?

what it is? where's it at?

merely questions we ask

what's in? what's out?

can anyone even answer that?

why any of it, really, if we can't figure it out?

 

how are you? how am i?

it depends when you ask it

how's work? how's life?

are they treating you well?

where've you been? where're you going?

merely small talk we make

to feign interest in which we've no interest at all

 

people say things with no idea what they mean

people move there so they don't have to be here

filling time and space with all the things that they lack

making both love and war for reasons unclear

 

how's about a nod? or a wink?

or a shrug of the shoulder?

something, anything

that says i have your attention

would a smile or laugh

be too much to ask?

is it really that hard to state your intent?

 

can you say what you want?

do you say what you mean?

 

 

November Blues

 

i'm headin out in the mornin, i don't know where i'll go

don't know how i'll wind up, but this much i do know

i can't stay here just sittin round questioning myself

in this house full of memories, and it's books upon it's shelves

can't say how to live your life, but as for myself

i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

 

maybe see the preacher, he could contact the lord

maybe he'll tell me something i ain't never heard before

maybe see the gypsy on the outskirts of town

maybe she can show me what i never would have found

can't say how to live your life, but as for myself

i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

 

m: i'll see you there, where minds wander

      i'll see you there, and it goes on forever

      i'll see you there, where life is better

 

i'm headin out in the mornin be it sun or rain

20 years seniority flushed right down the drain

should i worry about the money, should i worry about my soul

what it is i leave behind, or what there is to know

can't say how to live your life, but as for myself

i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

 

maybe i'll ask christopher, he's been a friend to me

maybe he'll see something that so far i've failed to see

maybe i'll go to washington and tell them of my doubts

maybe they could pass a law t' try and help me out

can't say how to live your life, but as for myself

i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

 

 

A State of MInd

 

why is what i see in the corner of my eye

never there when i focus my attention?

why is who i am, no matter where i am

the one in need of some direction?

 

guess i'll go my way

for a while

see what happens

guess i'll go away

for a while

see what happens

 

why does what i hear in the corner of my mind

vanish when i focus my attention?

why is who i am, no matter where i am

the one in need of some redemption?

 

guess i'll go my way

for a while

see what happens

guess i'll go away

for a while

see what happens

 

 

The Last I Heard

 

the last i heard she went looking for herself

and fell off the face of the earth

the last words she spoke to me

were from a phone booth somewhere

she said somethin about jesus

somethin about dyin

somethin about doin somethin about it

i don't know what she meant

don't ask me anymore

 

i've already told you everything i know

she might be in new york city, another face in the crowd

maybe she's in california just hanging out

she just gave up, then she gave up on me

i thought she was happy, thought that she loved me

i don't know where she's gone

please don't ask me anymore

 

 

It's Just Another Day

 

it's just another day

a chance to start again

for you to have a say

a day to be more

than anything you've ever been before

 

people shuffle on their way

through the wind and the rain

in the hopes of getting paid

of being something more

than anything they've ever been before

 

if we struggle just to get what we need

how can we ever be free

to go where we will, to be what we feel

it's just another day

a chance to start again

a day to be more

 

there's time yet for dreams

for the answers you seek

there's time yet to be

to be something more

than anything you've ever been before

 

 

The Division

 

something very strange occured the other day

i was staring at the sky when i saw myself fly by

far overhead, adrift on an invisible wind

and just as suddenly, i was looking down at me

i was standing on the ground with my head in the clouds

was i here? was i there?

it felt like i was everywhere

 

it seemed all i'd ever been and all i'd ever be

somehow split in two, leaving the two of me

to try and figure out what this craziness was all about

but no matter how i tried i could not reconcile the division

 

later that same day while riding on a train

i was shaken, i was drained, and yet there i was again

looking at myself standing on the platform waving

then somewhere in my head, a conversation with myselves

the words were very strange, and seemed to come from far away

they left me quite convinced nothing's what we think it is

and no matter how i tried i could not reconcile the division

 

 

Her Coming of Age

 

in the spring she rode, for summer she sought

upon the black mare her father had bought

for her coming of age

'neath the moon and the sun, through night and through day

she rode like the wind from her life and her fate

for promised she was to the king's eldest son

a man with no pity, a man with no love

 

for her freedom she rode, from the prison he'd wrought

with his vision of power no matter the cost

upon the black mare her father had bought

 

in a village on thames after riding for days

she found herself caught in a cold cruel rain

a kindly lad with a blacksmith's hands

welcomed her in and shared what he had

'twas there that she stayed, hidden away

from the prince who pursued her in vanity and rage

in the name of his king

in the name of his king

 

but the seasons passed by and winter drew nigh

still the thought of her plight was never far from her mind

and though the nights grew long, her heart grew strong

and to the blacksmith declared, i've fallen in love

and to her he replied, long have i wished you were mine

from the moment i saw you and looked in your eyes

 

come spring they rode, for summer they sought

upon the black mare her father had bought

for her coming of age

 

 

Very Much Longer

 

there's nothing for me to ever go back for

no reason to call or knock on your door

there's no one for me to ever go back to

no reason to think i could ever do more

 

rf: no i can't be what all this is making of me for very much longer

    no i can't see what all this has taken from me for very much longer

 

there's somewhere i've never been to

it's somewhere i need to go

i'm nowhere here, living always

with things i already know (rf)

 

i can sit here, sometimes it all makes sense

while at other times, no sense at all

i can be many things, play the hero

act the clown, or just take the fall (rf)

 

 

My Troubled Mind

 

a fallen angel came up to me

said, i can help you find that which you seek

but it won't be easy, and it ain't for free

a fallen angel came up to me

 

there ain't no peace for my troubled mind

the faster i run the further i fall behind

the more i search the less i find

there ain't no peace for my troubled mind

 

a tragic life has a tragic end

where love is lost and never found again

where hearts are broken that never mend

a tragic life has a tragicv end

 

 

I've Been Dreaming of You

 

you know what? i've been dreaming of you

the wind in the leaves, the sun and the clouds

fields of green, oceans deep and far

mountains reaching the moon and the stars

you know what? i've been dreaming of you

 

 

Tom Foley

 

young tom foley left one day

left and never looked back again

left his job, left his town

and went searching for his maker

down the roads and across the fields

he chased what he could only feel

but everday as sure as rain

he went searching for his maker

alone at night with only wind and sky

he'd pick his thoughts and close his eyes

dream his dreams 'til morning came

and go searching for his maker

he met the kind and he met the cruel

people doing what people do

with his mingled hope and despair in hand

he kept searching for his maker

 

after many years and a thousand towns

he met a girl and settled down

got a job and did his best

to put food on the table

their days were spent living simple lives

raising kids and making time

for the little things most leave behind

trying to put food on the table

 

the kids had grown and moved away

tom's wife took sick and passed away

he buried her and remembered the day

he'd gone searching for his maker

so old tom foley left one day

left and never looked back again

left his home and his memories

and went searching for his maker

 

 

Same Old Blues

 

i've been down in the dumps all morning

just plain down on myself (2x)

and i know i can't paint over my problems

no matter what colors i choose

i know in the end it all washes out

to be the same old blues

 

i don't know what it is

but lately i can't get nothin right

i think about it when i'm workin

and when i lie awake at night

and i know i can't paint over my problems

no matter what colors i choose

i know in the end it all washes out

to be the same old blues